The Prisoner Of Chillon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Nor grew it white | B |
In a single night | B |
As men's have grown from sudden fears | A |
My limbs are bow'd though not with toil | C |
But rusted with a vile repose | D |
For they have been a dungeon's spoil | C |
And mine has been the fate of those | D |
To whom the goodly earth and air | E |
Are bann'd and barr'd forbidden fare | E |
But this was for my father's faith | F |
I suffer'd chains and courted death | G |
That father perish'd at the stake | H |
For tenets he would not forsake | H |
And for the same his lineal race | I |
In darkness found a dwelling place | I |
We were seven who now are one | J |
Six in youth and one in age | K |
Finish'd as they had begun | J |
Proud of Persecution's rage | K |
One in fire and two in field | L |
Their belief with blood have seal'd | L |
Dying as their father died | M |
For the God their foes denied | M |
Three were in a dungeon cast | N |
Of whom this wreck is left the last | N |
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There are seven pillars of Gothic mould | O |
In Chillon's dungeons deep and old | O |
There are seven columns massy and grey | P |
Dim with a dull imprison'd ray | P |
A sunbeam which hath lost its way | P |
And through the crevice and the cleft | Q |
Of the thick wall is fallen and left | Q |
Creeping o'er the floor so damp | R |
Like a marsh's meteor lamp | R |
And in each pillar there is a ring | S |
And in each ring there is a chain | T |
That iron is a cankering thing | S |
For in these limbs its teeth remain | T |
With marks that will not wear away | P |
Till I have done with this new day | P |
Which now is painful to these eyes | U |
Which have not seen the sun so rise | U |
For years I cannot count them o'er | V |
I lost their long and heavy score | W |
When my last brother droop'd and died | M |
And I lay living by his side | M |
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They chain'd us each to a column stone | X |
And we were three yet each alone | X |
We could not move a single pace | I |
We could not see each other's face | I |
But with that pale and livid light | B |
That made us strangers in our sight | B |
And thus together yet apart | Y |
Fetter'd in hand but join'd in heart | Y |
'Twas still some solace in the dearth | Z |
Of the pure elements of earth | Z |
To hearken to each other's speech | A2 |
And each turn comforter to each | A2 |
With some new hope or legend old | O |
Or song heroically bold | O |
But even these at length grew cold | O |
Our voices took a dreary tone | X |
An echo of the dungeon stone | X |
A grating sound not full and free | B2 |
As they of yore were wont to be | B2 |
It might be fancy but to me | B2 |
They never sounded like our own | X |
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I was the eldest of the three | B2 |
And to uphold and cheer the rest | C2 |
I ought to do and did my best | C2 |
And each did well in his degree | B2 |
The youngest whom my father loved | D2 |
Because our mother's brow was given | J |
To him with eyes as blue as heaven | J |
For him my soul was sorely moved | E2 |
And truly might it be distress'd | C2 |
To see such bird in such a nest | C2 |
For he was beautiful as day | P |
When day was beautiful to me | B2 |
As to young eagles being free | B2 |
A polar day which will not see | B2 |
A sunset till its summer's gone | F2 |
Its sleepless summer of long light | B |
The snow clad offspring of the sun | J |
And thus he was as pure and bright | B |
And in his natural spirit gay | P |
With tears for nought but others' ills | G2 |
And then they flow'd like mountain rills | G2 |
Unless he could assuage the woe | H2 |
Which he abhorr'd to view below | H2 |
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The other was as pure of mind | I2 |
But form'd to combat with his kind | I2 |
Strong in his frame and of a mood | J2 |
Which 'gainst the world in war had stood | K2 |
And perish'd in the foremost rank | L2 |
With joy but not in chains to pine | M2 |
His spirit wither'd with their clank | L2 |
I saw it silently decline | M2 |
And so perchance in sooth did mine | M2 |
But yet I forced it on to cheer | N2 |
Those relics of a home so dear | N2 |
He was a hunter of the hills | G2 |
Had followed there the deer and wolf | O2 |
To him this dungeon was a gulf | P2 |
And fetter'd feet the worst of ills | G2 |
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Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls | G2 |
A thousand feet in depth below | H2 |
Its massy waters meet and flow | H2 |
Thus much the fathom line was sent | Q2 |
From Chillon's snow white battlement | R2 |
Which round about the wave inthralls | G2 |
A double dungeon wall and wave | S2 |
Have made and like a living grave | S2 |
Below the surface of the lake | H |
The dark vault lies wherein we lay | P |
We heard it ripple night and day | P |
Sounding o'er our heads it knock'd | T2 |
And I have felt the winter's spray | P |
Wash through the bars when winds were high | U2 |
And wanton in the happy sky | U2 |
And then the very rock hath rock'd | T2 |
And I have felt it shake unshock'd | T2 |
Because I could have smiled to see | G2 |
The death that would have set me free | G2 |
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I said my nearer brother pined | T2 |
I said his mighty heart declined | T2 |
He loathed and put away his food | T2 |
It was not that 'twas coarse and rude | T2 |
For we were used to hunter's fare | E |
And for the like had little care | E |
The milk drawn from the mountain goat | T2 |
Was changed for water from the moat | T2 |
Our bread was such as captives' tears | G2 |
Have moisten'd many a thousand years | G2 |
Since man first pent his fellow men | V2 |
Like brutes within an iron den | V2 |
But what were these to us or him | W2 |
These wasted not his heart or limb | W2 |
My brother's soul was of that mould | T2 |
Which in a palace had grown cold | T2 |
Had his free breathing been denied | T2 |
The range of the steep mountain's side | T2 |
But why delay the truth he died | T2 |
I saw and could not hold his head | T2 |
Nor reach his dying hand nor dead | T2 |
Though hard I strove but strove in vain | T |
To rend and gnash my bonds in twain | T |
He died and they unlock'd his chain | T |
And scoop'd for him a shallow grave | S2 |
Even from the cold earth of our cave | S2 |
I begg'd them as a boon to lay | P |
His corse in dust whereon the day | P |
Might shine it was a foolish thought | T2 |
But then within my brain it wrought | T2 |
That even in death his freeborn breast | T2 |
In such a dungeon could not rest | T2 |
I might have spared my idle prayer | E |
They coldly laugh'd and laid him there | E |
The flat and turfless earth above | X2 |
The being we so much did love | X2 |
His empty chain above it leant | T2 |
Such Murder's fitting monument | T2 |
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But he the favourite and the flower | V |
Most cherish'd since his natal hour | V |
His mother's image in fair face | G2 |
The infant love of all his race | G2 |
His martyr'd father's dearest thought | T2 |
My latest care for whom I sought | T2 |
To hoard my life that his might be | G2 |
Less wretched now and one day free | G2 |
He too who yet had held untired | T2 |
A spirit natural or inspired | T2 |
He too was struck and day by day | T2 |
Was wither'd on the stalk away | T2 |
Oh God it is a fearful thing | S |
To see the human soul take wing | S |
In any shape in any mood | T2 |
I've seen it rushing forth in blood | T2 |
I've seen it on the breaking ocean | J |
Strive with a swoln convulsive motion | J |
I've seen the sick and ghastly bed | T2 |
Of Sin delirious with its dread | T2 |
But these were horrors this was woe | H2 |
Unmix'd with such but sure and slow | H2 |
He faded and so calm and meek | Y2 |
So softly worn so sweetly weak | Y2 |
So tearless yet so tender kind | T2 |
And grieved for those he left behind | T2 |
With all the while a cheek whose bloom | Z2 |
Was as a mockery of the tomb | Z2 |
Whose tints as gently sunk away | T2 |
As a departing rainbow's ray | T2 |
An eye of most transparent light | T2 |
That almost made the dungeon bright | T2 |
And not a word of murmur not | T2 |
A groan o'er his untimely lot | T2 |
A little talk of better days | G2 |
A little hope my own to raise | G2 |
For I was sunk in silence lost | T2 |
In this last loss of all the most | T2 |
And then the sighs he would suppress | G2 |
Of fainting Nature's feebleness | G2 |
More slowly drawn grew less and less | G2 |
I listen'd but I could not hear | A3 |
I call'd for I was wild with fear | N2 |
I knew 'twas hopeless but my dread | T2 |
Would not be thus admonish d | T2 |
I call'd and thought I heard a sound | T2 |
I burst my chain with one str | N2 |
George Gordon Byron
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